Auto-optometry

Auto-optometry

Perfect are the eyes at birth,
With lenses through which
Images transmit, unfiltered,
Until we start to grind them.
Rubbing with the grit of race and colour,
Smoothing them with class and gender,
And finish polishing with culture.
Until the world we see,
Squinting past the cataracts
Of creed and prejudice,
Is a distorted image
Of our own creation.

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